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I'm very glad I finished with my gardening work (for clients; there is always stuff to do here!) last Saturday, because it's been snowing for three days now, and the snow is sticking. Usually it doesn't do that until Thanksgiving. Hooray for over eager weather. I needed to go into town yesterday, and halfway through getting the snow off my car, my fingers went critical (lack of circulation) and I stomped back into the house yelling "FUCK THIS SHIT" and almost didn't go back out. My boots sprung leaks and my feet were wet all damn day.
Going into the hospice office every week now, and the rose event is this coming week and I'll be making deliveries in town as well as in the hospital itself. It didn't occur to me that deliveries could be a problem until I realized one delivery was for 25 dozen.. that's fine, I have a Subaru, it'll hold them... but I started wondering if the place is downtown, where there is zero chance of parking near, well, anything. I may need to ask for someone to help me carry all those roses if I can't park right by the place! (I don't know the name of the place or where it is)
A new round of dance classes are starting up, and they are having Sunday classes during the day! I can go without staying up way past my bedtime! Now if my body will just cooperate. The Mystery Abdominal Pain, which the doctor declared (finally) a pulled muscle, has never completely gone away. And I managed to make my back and shoulder upset cleaning snow off the car.
I've been making some small headway into unfucking my habitat. Got a new vacuum that seems to suck up *anything*. No bags, and the filters are washable. Cleaning a summer's worth of crapola up. Going through magazines, saving what I want in the computer, and moving them out. Of course, Tim wanted to move a week's worth of firewood into the house, which means I can't get at a lot of my sewing stuff or even the ironing board, so I'm stumped on the sewing front until I can think up a new configuration. Soon, because I said I'd make dog bandanas for the shelter, and I've got the material prewashed and scattered around so it won't get creases again.
Way behind in reviews. My brain is jelly lately for some reason. Trying to decide if depression is getting worse or if it's something else. I just look at all that needs doing (and all that I *want* to do) and I just can't deal with it; it's too much. I need to overcome that feeling, and soon!
Going into the hospice office every week now, and the rose event is this coming week and I'll be making deliveries in town as well as in the hospital itself. It didn't occur to me that deliveries could be a problem until I realized one delivery was for 25 dozen.. that's fine, I have a Subaru, it'll hold them... but I started wondering if the place is downtown, where there is zero chance of parking near, well, anything. I may need to ask for someone to help me carry all those roses if I can't park right by the place! (I don't know the name of the place or where it is)
A new round of dance classes are starting up, and they are having Sunday classes during the day! I can go without staying up way past my bedtime! Now if my body will just cooperate. The Mystery Abdominal Pain, which the doctor declared (finally) a pulled muscle, has never completely gone away. And I managed to make my back and shoulder upset cleaning snow off the car.
I've been making some small headway into unfucking my habitat. Got a new vacuum that seems to suck up *anything*. No bags, and the filters are washable. Cleaning a summer's worth of crapola up. Going through magazines, saving what I want in the computer, and moving them out. Of course, Tim wanted to move a week's worth of firewood into the house, which means I can't get at a lot of my sewing stuff or even the ironing board, so I'm stumped on the sewing front until I can think up a new configuration. Soon, because I said I'd make dog bandanas for the shelter, and I've got the material prewashed and scattered around so it won't get creases again.
Way behind in reviews. My brain is jelly lately for some reason. Trying to decide if depression is getting worse or if it's something else. I just look at all that needs doing (and all that I *want* to do) and I just can't deal with it; it's too much. I need to overcome that feeling, and soon!